Zombies of the new age are troubled

Chapter 738 The Mysterious Curator
After eating, Wang Xiaolu saw that it was not completely dark outside, so she was going to go for a walk. After asking, she said she had something to do, so she set off alone.

The street lamps on both sides emit a faint light, giving you the illusion of being in a deep fog.

Stretching vigorously, she walked aimlessly. When she stopped, the place she was standing was the newly opened wax museum.

I heard that this wax museum is open 24 hours a day. At this moment, there are still a few people inside.

Wang Xiaolu thought to himself that since he had nowhere to go, he might as well go in for a stroll. The inside was also dimly lit with dim yellow light, reflecting each other with the outside, adding a sense of mystery for no reason.

The wax figures inside are lifelike, as if they are living people.

The little boy patted the ball, holding the ball high in his hand, and the little boy was looking at the door, which was where the path was.

Wang Xiaolu felt an impulse in his heart, wanting to touch this lovely child.

"Don't move." A cold female voice sounded not far away.

Wang Xiaolu realized later that his hand stretched out at some point, and almost touched the cheek of the wax figure.

The woman is the curator of the wax museum, and she and her assistant take turns watching, catching many unruly guests every day.

"There are warning signs on the wall, I think you need to take a good look."

As soon as Wang Xiaolu came in, he was attracted by these wax figures, but he really didn't notice.

"Please watch from a distance, don't touch." After reading it, his face turned red.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, it was too realistic, I couldn't hold back for a while."

The indifference on the face of the curator remained unchanged, "Any wax figure here has been completed with a lot of hard work. If there is a next time, please leave here automatically."

Wang Xiaolu did the wrong thing first, felt ashamed in his heart, lowered his head and nodded lightly for the first time, expressing that he was wrong and understood.

After a brief silence, when she realized something was wrong and raised her head, there was no shadow of the curator in front of her eyes, as if she had suddenly appeared, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wang Xiaolu wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and secretly told himself not to itch.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but when she looked at the wax figure of the little boy from another angle, she seemed to see a hint of pleading in her originally cheerful eyes.

"Snapped"

Wang Xiaolu was patted on the back, and she raised both hands without turning around.

"I didn't do anything this time, if you don't believe me, look."

"puff"

A silver bell-like laughter sounded immediately.

No matter how stupid Wang Xiaolu was, he could tell that he was not alone with the curator in front of him. His overreaction was completely a sequela of his wrongdoing.

She turned her head and saw a baby face, the chubby face made her hands itch again.

The girl seemed to know what Wang Xiaolu was thinking, and stretched out two equally chubby hands to cover her face.

Wang Xiaolu felt that his thoughts had been exposed, and scratched his head embarrassingly.

The girl waved her hand mysteriously, motioning Wang Xiaolu to look over.

Wang Xiaolu looked at the girl in front of him who was guiding his waist, and bent down puzzled.

"Big sister secretly tells you, I often come here to play, the curator here is called Lengqing, the name is just like her, cold and emotionless, I saw two days ago, she put two here The big sister who took the picture drove away."

Wang Xiaolu touched the ponytail on the girl's hair, "I won't make the same mistake again."

(End of this chapter)